They say hardship builds character, but I am not all that into hardship. I need to get me some more of that character stuff, though. I blame my parents for not instilling in me an appreciation of the value of follow through. Apparently, it’s all in the wrists.
Have you ever had the joy of working with one of those ‘wonderful’ people who, the moment you see them some distance down the hallway looming towards you, make you think, “Nope! Not going that way,” right before you turn sharply and head for the rickety stairway?
Continue readingAnd I don’t mean mustard. There’s a weird piece of crud on the floor that looks like either a Rice Krispy or a turd from a mouse. These things are not interchangeable–tasty marshmallow treats made from mouse excrement are not very enjoyable.
It makes you look ugly. And don’t talk into your watch. It makes you look crazy. What else?
Against all odds, I met him once, Horatio. A fellow of fashionable vests, but not so much like Yancy. He has bored me with his stack of a thousand rhymes, and now how bored my imagination is. Wait. Why me talkin’ ’bout dis guy? Oh, for because dat guy gives plastic bags to them who is homeless.
Inside Doug's Head 